Epic poetry, German -- Translations into English; Nibelungen -- Poetry
Shields many treasure-laden his henchmen thitherward bare,
And therefrom to his friends bright silver unweighed did the
knight-king share,
Five hundred marks unto each one--unto many an one yet more:
So was Gunther advised of Gernot, that noble counsellor.
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Then prayed all, "Let us depart hence"; for now would they fain ride
home;
And into the presence of Kriemhild did the guests for farewell come,
And unto the foot of the high-seat whereon sat Uta the Queen.
Ne'er in such gracious fashion were guests sped forth, I ween.
Now void were the city's hostels, as forth of the gates they rode;
Yet still in the land Burgundian in royal state abode
The King with all his kinsfolk in the midst of a knightly train,
And each day in the presence of Kriemhild appeared each noble thane.
Then Siegfried the hero petitioned, "I pray you, let me depart";
For his hope waxed faint of winning her who was queen of his heart:
And the King heard tell of his purpose, that thence he would fare
straightway.
But the young lad Giselher pleaded, and wrought on him to delay:
"Whither away, O Siegfried, is thine heart on journeying set?
Nay, hearken to my petition, abide with the good knights yet;
Abide thou with King Gunther and his loyal liegemen still.
Lo, here be lovely ladies: thou mayst see them at thy will."
Made answer Siegfried the mighty: "Nay then, let the steeds abide.
Lo, I have foregone my purpose, and hence not yet will I ride.
Bear hence the shields and uphang them--albeit I long for mine home,
Lord Giselher's love true-hearted hath turned my mind therefrom."
So tarried the valiant warrior there by a friend's love won.
In all the rest of the wide world other place was there none
Wherein he had rested so gladly; and now none said him nay,
But he looked on the beauty of Kriemhild ever day by day;
For the sake of her measureless fairness he could not choose but
stay.
In many a pleasant pastime they wore the hours away.
Only he felt love's torment, he knew none other care.
--Ah me, but the days were coming when she should be his death-snare!
VI.
How they Voyaged on Love-quest to Isen-land
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